” She let him make love to her that night. Old Bedlam. She stopped abruptly at the sound of his voice, and lost the thread of what she was saying. ’ His brows rose. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. Unless there was some real metal in the young fool, some hidden strength with which to breast the current, Ruth would become a millstone around his neck and soon he would become to her an object of pity and contempt. But the aunt seized her in her arms and rocked with her. "Ali Baba, in a blue-serge coat!… God-forsaken fool!" CHAPTER XIII One day Ruth caught the patient's eyes following her about; but there was no question in the gaze, no interest; so she pretended not to notice. They slow danced to a Bon Jovi ballad. ‘Did she call you that?’ asked Lucilla, amused.
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